Flight Words

I hope he gets on that plane

And forgets my name, my face, the way I taste

The way he ache in those places, in no way is 

My heart available for handing out right now

I'm just saying, I'm just hanging out right now

Throat closes at the thought that he supposes

That me and he are some kinda perfect 

Some kinda worth it…heart beats keep me reminded 

That my nerves itch, try to hide it,decide it's 

Me overreacting it happens I'm having one of those moments

It's at its worst, words too sweet for me hurt

He's thinking about missing me…listen he's not the first

I've been afraid of but he is the one that's leaving my thirst

High and dry all along my nerves 

All the wrong I've learned creeps along the nape of my neck

It's a trouble my mind stutters stuck while I try to forget

He's deserves the world, but this girls me, I mean I  got nothing left 

Let my soul just rest a sec, just end the suspense of this regret

Regards to them and him and this, hope he finds himself someone else to miss

I'm not that girl, I'm just a midnight kiss, just a little bit remiss to admit

That I wish I was it but I'm self aware

And he wears his heart on his sleeve for me where I barely resist

Resistance ever equipped though so I know I'll never make the most of it, close to grips

On the reality happening, happily boasting tricks to see me bypass the heart of this 

Double down as I’m dumbing down the hardest shit, making the most of life 

While making more of it then there really is, insisting that we’re really relatively new at this

So save face by acting like such a bitch…”I never said I love you, fuck you, get over it”

And the fissures quick to spread red through the veins, drowned in rum for the pain

Mourn like hell but maintain composure, sober up, see I murdered our chance outta fear for the day 

That he would see me for what I in truth really am

Empty vessel nestled tight in his lap…heart hardened by life so I am left only offering that 

Often I ask, hard questions meant to lessen my wrath

Can you really see yourself with someone like me or is it just that I'm bad 

Believe me its easy to be in love simply cause its something you think you can never have

Don't mistake it for more than it is, don't get caught up in that

I'm a Sunday afternoon, soon the Mondays are back

Real life feels like a dream but we were never realer than that

We were never meant to be more than some fleeting moments

Hoping he knows this hoping he catches that flight and knows its all gonna be alright

His future isn't with me nothing grows where you’re lacking the light

And I’m a realist seeing clearly and I never saw the sun from sum of our midnight